at play Velvet veined, I saw it burn With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by And, taking in the morning, I sang, "Oh Requiem
at play velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by. And, taking in the morning, I sang O Requiem.
Превод: Jethro Tull. Реквием.
butterfly at play velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by. And, taking in the morning, I sang O Requiem
